The alien didn't say anything, but just stared intently at the figure that stepped out of the spatial ring.
This time, the sword spirit's body was much more solid than before, and its aura was even more terrifying. Even Jiang Wuyuan didn't know what level the sword spirit's strength had reached.
"Cough cough............" The alien spat out a mouthful of black blood.
Before the blood even hit the ground, it turned into smoke and dissipated.
The sword spirit stared at it from a distance, and after a long while, the alien race spoke first.
"I didn't expect you to show up again." The alien's voice remained calm and composed, as if the person who had been knocked to the ground and was covered in bruises was not it.
"You're not dead yet, how could I possibly disappear?"
The return of power reminded the Blade Spirit of many things.
He took a step forward, his slender figure suddenly appearing before the alien, raising his hand to grab its neck and lift it off the ground.
"Hmph..." The sword spirit's grip tightened, and the alien gasped for breath, "Truly... a persistent ghost..."
This is not the reason for breathing difficulties, because the alien race does not need to breathe at all.
All it felt was the pain of its internal energy being suppressed.
This damned, tattered body... If its original form were here, would this sword dare to treat it like this?
"You can only touch him if you can kill me."
The sword spirit didn't care what the alien race was thinking. After saying that, it suddenly tightened its grip on the alien race's neck.
Bang!
Before the alien could say anything, it exploded into a cloud of black powder in the sword spirit's palm.
It vanished without a trace when the wind blew.
Although the body disappeared, the will of the alien race did not completely dissolve for a time.
It stared intently at Jiang Wuyuan for two moments, its red eyes as eerie and profound as ever.
At this moment, Jiang Wuyuan felt an uncontrollable chill run down his spine.
Thump—click!
As the alien race left, the barrier it had set up around the area to prevent Jiang Wuyuan from escaping also shattered completely.
Three figures rushed in at the same time.
The sword spirit quickly returned to its spatial ring, seemingly not wanting others to know of its existence.
"Xiao Yuan!"
"Young Jiang!"
"Hey, are you alright?"
Jiang Wuyuan looked at Ruan Yanqing, Zhan Wuji and Shen Canghai who had suddenly appeared in front of him, lowered his eyes slightly, and concealed the turbulent thoughts in his eyes.
"I'm fine, thank you three seniors."
Zhan Wuji noticed when the alien race used its power to seal off the eighth level.
He has been stationed on the ninth floor of the Battle Tower.
It wasn't because he had the ability to reach the ninth floor, but because he was chosen by the Battle Tower to be its guardian.
Years ago, he found the Battle Tower in a legacy within the Forbidden Abyss.
Back then, the Battle Tower wasn't like it is now. It was small, like a model, the kind you could pick up and play with.
Moreover, its appearance was somewhat dilapidated, and Zhan Wuji almost thought it was a useless thing and was about to throw it away.
Unexpectedly, he was forcibly chosen by the Battle Tower and forced to work for it for nearly a hundred years.
Of course, the Battle Tower also gave him a lot of feedback—for example, with his own talent, it would be very difficult for him to become a Saint-level expert.
But with the help of the Battle Tower, he successfully advanced and became one of the top few people on the entire Blue Star.
As the guardian of the tower, Zhan Wuji had a very close relationship with the Zhan Tian Tower, so when the eighth floor lost contact, he immediately sensed something was wrong.
Zhan Wuji knew very well what the trial on the eighth floor was about.
Normally, the trial for students to venture into the eighth level involves fighting that alien race.
However, because the students' abilities vary, the strength of the alien race will also be adjusted accordingly.
Zhan Wuji didn't know who that guy was, but he could vaguely sense that the guy was very strong.
As it turned out, his guess was correct.
Moreover, as soon as Jiang Wuyuan entered, he completely unleashed its power, which was unprecedented.
"It's good that you're alright." Ruan Yanqing breathed a sigh of relief after looking Jiang Wuyuan up and down and finding that he really had no wounds.
When Zhan Wuji couldn't break the barrier by himself, he brought him and Shen Canghai over.
Even with the three of them working together, they couldn't open it.
Jiang Wuyuan proved to be a good man, managing to save himself.
Shen Canghai stretched and, seeing that everything was alright, walked out of the Battle Tower on his own.
Ruan Yanqing also had many important matters to attend to, so she soon left with Shen Canghai.
On the vast eighth floor, only Zhan Wuji and Jiang Wuyuan remained.
"This is our first official meeting, isn't it?" Zhan Wuji smiled and stroked his beard. "Do you know who I am?"
“The student naturally recognizes Dean Zhan Wuji.” Jiang Wuyuan bowed respectfully.
"Hahaha, good, very good!" Zhan Wuji was overjoyed. "Let's go, follow me to the ninth floor."
Jiang Wuyuan's eyes flashed, and he knew that the thing Nian Qingfeng mentioned that was related to the Heavenly Dao must be there: "Yes, thank you, Dean."
"No need to thank me, you deserve it." Zhan Wuji waved his hand. "Since the Battle Tower opened, no one has been able to kill the alien on the eighth floor. The condition for entering the ninth floor is that you must actually kill it."
Of course, I'm an exception; after all, I'm the tower keeper.
[You must slay the alien race on the eighth level before you can enter the ninth level.]
Upon hearing this, Jiang Wuyuan seemed to be deep in thought.
Often, some things can only be described as a coincidence.
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